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"Based on last quarter’s numbers, we can increase production by at least 15%, which will open the door to new markets," Antonio explained.He pointed at the chart in front of him, barely glancing at it. "That’s where we need to focus—expansion in the eastern region. The demand is there."One of the clients, a middle-aged man with graying hair, nodded thoughtfully. “Antonio, if we move forward with the expansion, do you have the infrastructure ready to support it?”“We’re already two steps ahead,” Antonio replied proudly. “The groundwork is being laid as we speak, and within the next month, we'll be at full capacity.”Another client, a younger man, looked intrigued. “And what about competition? We’ve been hearing that others are trying to break into that market.”Antonio smiled, a slight smirk that I had seen countless times. “Let them try. We’ve secured key partnerships, and by the time they get their foot in the doRelated chapters
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